[ I’m entering into the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award, for my chance at fortune and glory. I’m frantically making some reckless edits to the manuscript and getting it ready to upload, but the hardest part has been the 300 word Pitch that I have to include. I gave up trying to write a respectable pitch a few hours ago, what do you think of this one? Comments and suggestions are very much solicited, but on the hustle people! I’ve got to get this thing submitted before the entry window closes. Would you want to read this book if you read the description below on Amazon.com?]
Two lonely kids learn that they can be friends. That they are better together than apart. Isn’t that what all great tales are really about?
Oh, you need some sizzle do you?
There are wizards in this book. And a witch. And swords. And a minotaur, and frogs on roller skates, and bad dwarven singing. And a dinosaur. And a girl and a boy. Loss and death and sorrow and joy. A couple of kick-ass fight scenes and some witty banter.
An airship explodes. A giant robot disrupts the sale of a garish urn. The concept of a box social is thoroughly interrogated.
The Magic Wild burns and the White Sword bites and the Gray Witch laughs.
An assassin. A seer. A knight. A squire. A coward. A girl with the power of sun and winter and death held lightly in her hands.
An improbable mailbox. Poor dental hygiene. Hangovers.
And friendship. That’s what it’s really about.
Rime is the girl, a wild mage. She can bend the very fabric of reality, but at a cost – a cost to her health and her sanity. Her power is unstoppable but it leaves her empty, weak, and often unconscious. Jonas is the boy, a squire on the run – running away from the shadow of murder. They travel together to find the one person that can save Rime from the wild magic, from the inexorable madness and death that comes to those who are born to ignore the rules of the universe. The Gray Witch of the Wheelbrake Marsh, a creature out of a fairy tale.
The anti-epic fantasy, the nascent genre of Swordpunk: Fantasy Action A La Carte. Earnestly written in the shadow of Lieber and Moorcock.
[It’s actually only 299 words, so if you see where I can squeeze in one more, I’d love to hear it.]